Taking place 9 years after the Battle against Sally in London...Anna Lilly is growing stronger but Sir Integra is growing old. It's time for a Deputy Director to be appointed, but that is the least of Hellsing's concerns. When a psycho killer mercen...
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CHAPTER 10
Fire was leaving a smoke trail in the sky above Europe and was partially filling the carrier that was somehow still afloat with smoke. Alerts were filling the monitors in the cockpit and sirens were heard all throughout the aircraft...but it didn't break the tension between us. It didn't break the silence that was only heard between us. We were staring each other down...then the noise filled the room for us as we charged at each other.
My sword colliding with his dagger, we kept attacking and parrying as well as dodging other attacks. He then aimed his gun at me but before he could pull the trigger, I shot the gun out of his hand and it fell out of a hole in the aircraft. I laughed as he turned to me slowly. "Oops...I hope that wasn't expensive...Whiny Jamesy!" I mocked at him. He growled and tried to roundhouse kick me in the face but I grabbed his ankle and ripped his foot off his leg. He screams in pain as he falls on his back. He then seethes in pain as his foot regenerates.
He then stands up slowly as I walk closer to him and I continue to mock him. "Is Jamesy about to tap-out?!" I mocked. He grinned. "Well I didn't hear no bell so take a guess!" He retorted as he suckerpunch me in the face. He then kept swinging at me...hitting me in the face repeatedly. Over and over again he kept socking me in the face. I eventually had enough and I grabbed his fist and squeezed it, crushing it like a tin can. He seethed in pain as I held my grip. He then stabbed me in the face with his dagger repeatedly to try and get me to release my hold. I reluctantly let go of his fist and kick him in the chest. My face starts to regenerate and his fist regenerates as well.
He gets up and charges at me, both daggers in hand. I dodge around him and shoot him in the back with both guns. He continues to try and swing at me but I dodge and shoot him in response each time. "That power should be mine!" He exclaimed. I laugh in response. "Well too fucking bad!" I retort as I roundhouse kick him in the face and send him flying into an unexploded fuel tank. The impact cause the fuel tank to explode making a huge hole in the left wing.
I smile and and then I sigh. "I know your holding back James." I call out. Then I get stabbed in the back right through the heart. I expel a little bit of blood from my mouth. "You're right...I was holding back!" He exclaimed before ripping my arms off. Before I could respond...he rips my legs off then he impales me with a long piece of metal through my chest and was about to rip off my head until a huge explosion erupted from the rear of the aircraft causing James to nearly get flung out the front exposed windows of the cockpit. He was able to catch himself however and then slowly makes his way over to me. He then takes his dagger and puts it to my throat. "Anymore remarks?!" He baited...I gave no response...not yet at least.
"Didn't think so..." He stated as he cut my head off. My head falling through the floor and down to earth. My corpse still impaled to the aircraft. He then turns around to see a message on the floor written in blood. He reads it...it says "Turn around James" He turns around to see a dogs head with a gun sticking out of its mouth...the end of barrel just inches away from his face. His eyes widen and before he could speak, the gun went off and half of his head was blown off in one shot. He staggered back and then the dogs multiplied and more guns appear out of there mouths. "Fuck!" He exclaimed as he was now a target of a one man firing squad. Bullets were tearing him apart like a hot knife through butter. After a few minutes of firing, the guns stop shooting. He was surprisingly still standing but looked like a very used pin cushion, staggering, trying to stay standing. His body now regenerating but before he could finish regenerating, a hand ripped through his chest and grabbed his heart. It was my hand and his heart was pumping in my hand, I could feel with my fingertips the rune, carved onto his heart of Anima.
